Life
Part 1: The Morning in the Small City
The sun had only just risen above the quiet rooftops of Shafipur, a small city that still smelled of damp earth and morning prayers. The call of Fajr had faded softly into the breeze, but its peace lingered — like a gentle reminder that every new day was a gift from Allah.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal3 months ago in Writers
Pages We Never Wrote
The afternoon sun slanted through Alice’s curtains, painting her small apartment gold. The place smelled faintly of coffee and old paper — her kind of comfort. She was cleaning out a drawer when she found it: a worn brown notebook with a broken spine and a small doodle of a heart on the back page.
By TheScriptedMind3 months ago in Writers
I want to be found
Leaves were starting to dwindle into a yellow brown color and the reminiscence of summer began to unravel in my memories. As the leaves fell to the ground and the air became so cold I had to double wrap myself in my knitted light blue blanket. It was the only extremely soft and warm blanket I had for fall. Although fall had begun. I can still smell the sunscreen on my face melting into my skin. I could see the stage I was on, dreaming of the actress I could become.
By Cerina Galvan3 months ago in Writers
Breaking Down My Monthly Nomad Budget (Every Dollar Counted)
The Truth About Nomadic Freedom When I first imagined becoming a digital nomad, my dreams looked like a highlight reel: endless beaches, coconut drinks, and a laptop perched on a sunlit balcony. I saw myself working anywhere, spending less, and living more.
By Jasmine Bowen3 months ago in Writers
Looking past the Illusions of Not Feeling Good Enough. Top Story - October 2025.
“The true measure of success is how many times you can bounce back from failure.” — Stephen Richards When I was a child, the girls at my junior school were open about not wishing to play with me. Even at a young age, I was more than aware of their immature disdain; to me, I translated this to them having the ability to see right through to my very own sense of unworthiness.
By Chantal Christie Weiss3 months ago in Writers
The Echo of Twenty-Two
The Measure of a Line The first day of the Advanced Poetics seminar was always a quiet riot of expectation. Twenty-year-old students, clutching overpriced, dog-eared anthologies, sat ramrod straight, waiting for Professor Mark Ellison to walk into the high-ceilinged lecture hall.
By TheScriptedMind3 months ago in Writers
Corporate life-Pretending to love the life I’m losing.
It is so cold, I am freezing. I slowly opened my eyes. I see the sky-wait, wait, trees? Where am I? Is it a forest?? I jump to my feet. What the actual hell. Where am I? I am close to panicking now. Why am I here? Where should I go? Thousands of thoughts are eating my mind, all of them fighting to win. My heart is racing.
By nino abzianidze3 months ago in Writers
What's New?
Hello everyone! It's been a very long time since I've posted an update. First off, I apologize to anyone who may have missed out on some of the amazing writing I've done over the years. The past few years have been hard on me and my family. My mother is in a long-term care facility in a completely different state, and there's been family drama regarding my lack of pregnancy, arguments about money, etc. Pretty much anything that involves changes, resulted in a fight. The second thing is, I went to nursing school! A huge change in my social and work life.
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Writers
